24 August 2010 Drywall, Uncategorized

Where Does The Good Go?

The last week has been a doozy. I worked on drywall. A lot.

I took off old texture

Busted my knuckles

Taped, filled holes, finished edges and sanded. Layer after layer, and still, it was never quite perfect. In case I was unclear before, I hate drywall.  But it must be done. And so I slaved the weekend away trying to finish the walls.

And while this was the result on half of the project:

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This is where I’m at with the other half.

Closer, right? But unlike the front door that gave me a lot of renewed motivation, the painted wall simply looks as it should. It’s nothing spectacular to want to make me try really hard to make the rest of the house look like that. So I have to keep reminding myself that it must be done.

I also didn’t get to tiling the countertop in the bathroom, because the ungodly drywall kept me up way past my bedtime every night. And the time I didn’t spend doing drywall? I spent cleaning up after the drywall. Mopping the hardwoods at least 5 times. And they’re still covered in a grey-ish film.

Defeated? No. Disillusioned? Perhaps.

So after sanding my weekend away, we had a small gathering for Raquel’s birthday and simultaneously Helen was in Seattle enjoying her time with her girlfriends, touring the city toting male genitalia-shaped ring pops.

Oh Carrie…

And when she returned home on Sunday evening and I had recovered from my night out, we headed down to Corvallis. You see, about a month ago my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. And on Monday, she had a bilateral mastectomy, which we wanted to be around for. She’s had trouble with the twins most of her life, so she was ready to say goodbye to them. And it’s a good thing she did, because in surgery, they discovered that her cancer had traveled to her lymph nodes, beyond just the tumor.

While it doesn’t mean her prognosis is necessarily any worse, it was still news none of us, including the doctor, were expecting. And it means that she definitely has to have chemo now. What type or how many treatments, we’re not sure, but chemo nonetheless.

I’m not really sure where I’m going here, all of this to say we had quite a weekend. And I’m really tired. Even after 10 hours of sleep last night I woke up exhausted.

In happier news, next Monday, Helen and I will celebrate 2 years of marriage. And only good things come from that. This weekend we’re going to visit mom (she should be home from the hospital) and maybe go camping for a night, and then… and then?

Oh just you wait… just you wait, impatient one. It will be worth it.

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